jason todd, who moans like a pornstar. first they're raspy and deep, the kind you'd expect from a burly man who drives a motorcycle. but as he gets closer to the sweet taste of release, the noises become pitchy, almost whining. he's embarrassed by how easy he sounds; the way a well placed nip of your teeth can pull a broken, whiny noise from the man's throat, no matter the length he goes to hide it.

jason todd, who can't shut the fuck up when he's inside you. it's like his brain shuts down; he's unable to stop himself from saying "you look so pretty like this, ma," when he's folding you in half, his lips between his teeth like it'll keep the sound of low, broken whimpers from leaving his throat. it never does.

jason todd, who underestimated how much he'd end up liking the feeling of your hands wrapped around his neck, just barely providing a hint of pressure. something about it just makes his mind feel fuzzy with pleasure, like nothing matters but the feeling of your fingers on his skin and the feeling of being inside you.

jason todd, who wants you to smack him around a little during sex. you're riding him, hips slamming down over his in a sweet rhythm. yet it's not enough; he's perilously close to the edge, but jason just needs... needs... "hit me," he babbles from beneath you, his brows furrowed in flustered frustration, "hit me, ma."

your hips stutter as you cock your head, murmuring a low, "what?"

"hit me, i... i need--" he groans in quiet frustration, "smack me, baby, please."

and ever one to please, you do.

the moan jason lets out is sinful. its a broken, needy thing; the kind of sound you want to keep for yourself alone, like a treasured secret.

jason todd, who is a secret mashochist.

Ghost knows you like his gear, you stare at it all the time, eyes shining with interest.

"You entertained down there, lovie?" He asks, eyes wrinkling with a smile under his mask. His hands gently rest on your thighs, holding you in place on his lap.

He watches intently as your fingers deftly buckle and unbuckle the straps on his gear. You just hum in response, not at all paying attention as you unfasten the straps for his rappelling harness.

"Ahm' gonna have to redo all these." He tells you, doing absolutely nothing to stop your playing.

"Uhhh-huh." You mumble, retightening the straps over his upper thighs until they squeeze the slightest bit. Ghost grunts in response, trying to shift in his seat, but you push at him "hold still, simon."

"Mmmmhg...anything you want, love." Ghost groans, head tossed back. He tries desperately to ignore how your touches and demanding voice are getting him chubbed up.

Because he'd do anything for you, and he doesn't want to ruin your fun. Besides, he knows if he behaves then he'll get to bend you over the couch with his gear brushing your back.

ꮼ fratboy!sukuna is a cuddly mess whenever he smokes.

He surprised himself the first time he smoked a blunt while you were over.

Typically, when Sukuna got high, from gummies, brownies, blunts—even the occasional cart, he threw his headset on & played video games, or went to fuck around downstairs with his frat brothers, played a game of pool, or played basketball in the backyard.

When he got his blunt out that night, he expected something similar, you lying on his chest while he gamed, him cleaning his room while you talked, going shopping at a corner store, board games on his floor—even just sex.

But no, the moment the weed kicked in, and he saw you so prettily snug in his sheets, limbs tangled with his—he couldn't fight off the need to smother you in his affections.

Sukuna's body rolled on top of yours with a hum, red eyes half-lidded as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck, scattering soft kisses across the skin.

"Ryo!" You choked out, tensing up as his hands found their way to your waist, rubbing over the skin almost reverently. "Baby, what's gotten into you?"

"Mm. Pretty girl." He mumbled, moving his kisses to your jaw, soft pink hair tickling your cheeks with each gentle caress of his lips, each cold rub of his lip ring against your skin. "Fuck, you're so pretty, I love you."

His long, cold-to-the-touch fingers slid up the back of his shirt that fell so comfortably around your skin, savoring the hitch of your breath as his lip fell to your collarbone.

Nipping at the skin slowly before pulling back, pressing his forehead against yours, muscular arms dragging you flush against his chest.

"I love you so much, woman; it drives me insane." His lips found yours, suckling gently on your bottom lip. "You taste like heaven itself."

You gasped against his lips, whining as he pulled back, rolling your eyes up at him. "Ryo. Baby, fuck—you're such a dork sometimes, I swear."

"My pretty girl." He kissed down your jaw, humming in content before lying on your chest. "My sweet, perfect, pretty, amazing girl."

"Yeah, yeah. You're not so bad yourself." You whispered, tangling fingers in his hair, brushing through the softness slowly. "I love you too, Ryo."

3 minutes of Wunmi Mosaku getting loved on by her Sinners family. I smiled the whole time.

When you're the sun no one can dim your light for too long.

I’m cheesing soo hard at this. 🥰🥹💜

Kyle and Johnny are the madlads who'll call you in a panic from the backseat of the car while they're drunk because they've been "kidnapped" and they need your help.

Nevermind the fact that one, you're the designated driver, and two, your phone's connected to the car's Bluetooth, so... um...

Why is Ghost in the middle?

PAIRING. hockey player! sukuna x tutor! reader

— another part.

you’re barely settled in the chair before his hands slide to your waist and lift you, like it’s already decided. you land in his lap, breath catching, textbook still open on the desk in front of you. your shirt is loose, but still on.

“i study better when you’re in my lap,” he murmurs, hands settling like they belong there.

“that… doesn’t help,” you gasp, fingers curling into his shoulders anyway. it’s a lame excuse but you never find yourself really complaining.

“does,” he replies, teeth grazing your jaw when he leans in. “i know my body.”

you swallow. “’kuna, you need this test to play hockey.”

“ryo.” he groans correcting you, “we been over this. plus we are studying right now, are we not?”

his eyes drift down under your shirt for a second, hand hovering. “…this grown big?” he mutters, thumb brushing lightly over your chest through the fabric. “’m tripping, right?”

you bite your lip, and that’s when he notices. “hmm…” he mutters, eyes widening slightly. “no bra? right, you don’t wear those often.”

“can i lift it up? it’s okay, right?”

you flush, nodding slightly. then slow, deliberately slow.

his hands slip under your shirt working to lift it up not fully taking it off, you feel warm palms, later thumbs dragging over your nipples now fully exposed. he kneads lightly, circling, pressing, testing. “relax,” he murmurs. “i’m just warming you up.”

once you’re trembling enough, he leans in, lips closing over your right nipple. slow, deliberate, tongue flicking once before he starts sucking. his left hand stays busy on the other, thumb circling, pinching lightly like he’s keeping time.

“shit,” you gasp, chest tightening, back arching slightly.

“shh,” he murmurs, voice low and filthy. “your part now. ask me a question while i do this. that’s your job, doll.”

“uh… voltage drop across the resistor in series—” you stammer.

“five volts,” he hums around your nipple, tongue flicking, teeth grazing lightly. left hand still kneading and circling, thumb pressing. “next question. speak while i taste you. so slow.”

“total resistance… is—uh… sum of—” you whisper, knees trembling.

“so pretty,” he groans, switching lips to the left nipple, teeth grazing, tongue pressing, while his right hand keeps massaging the other. “sum of resistances. mm, god, look at you.”

“current… voltage over—” you stammer, pressing your chest closer, voice shaking.

“mm?” he murmurs, teeth grazing lightly, tongue flicking. “how am i supposed to answer when my tutor keeps stuttering? don’t wanna pay for unhelpful service.”

“i…sukuna—” you gasp, hips pressing instinctively.

“ryo.” he murmurs correcting you again, mouth swirling around the left nipple, tongue sliding, teeth grazing. “current’s voltage over resistance…ya wanna be a mommy one day?”

you suck in a breath, fingers digging into his shoulders. “don’t— ask me shit like that when you’re doing this.”

he huffs a low laugh, thumb pinching just enough to make you twitch. “yeah,” he mutters, mouth still slow and mean. “thought so.”

“power dissipated… is—”

“current squared times resistance,” he rasps, lips switching back to the right, left hand still playing, thumb circling, pinching lightly. “would tap this even with milk.”

“stop talking like that—uh… voltage across parallel resistors—how—”

“reciprocal sum,” he murmurs, switching to the left nipple again, tongue swirling, teeth grazing. “so cute… asking questions while i ruin you. i’ve got everything right, aren’t i good?”

“yes. very good ryo,” you take a shaky breath, chest rising, body softening under him.

“which? my circuit skills or my mouth?”

you swallow hard. “you’re… annoyingly good at both.”

his grin is instant, “knew it. tutor approval? that’s extra credit.”

“uh… power rating… last one”

“…maximum power before failure,” he continues, voice rough, mouth never letting up. “kinda like you right now—keep pushing, keep loading the circuit… see how long before you short out in my lap.”

“fuck ryo—” you gasp, voice trembling, fingers clutching his shoulders.

“yeah,” he murmurs, switching back and forth a few more times, lips, teeth, tongue, hands exploring. “did so good, so so good, god you’re perfect.”

he finally pulls you down into it—slow, unhurried, mouth warm and insistent, tongue sliding against yours like he’s tasting the way you’re still shaking. he hums into the kiss, very much satisfied.

he finally pulls back slightly, lips glistening, hands still kneading and massaging. your chest rises and falls, soft, trembling, and slick under him.

your fingers curl into his hoodie, face flushed, chest still aching from his mouth.

he finally pulls back slightly, lips glistening, hands still kneading and massaging. your chest rises and falls, soft, trembling, and slick under him.

“if i pass… you're watching the game, right?"

you catch your breath, heat pooling between your legs. “only if you pass."

“shit,” he groans, one hand drifting up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lips, teasing. “i swear no one handles me like you. not like this. not even close.”

“you’re lying.”

“nope. never. it’s your responsiveness that makes me hard.”

then, his hand drifts lower, sliding over your clothed clit, pressing, teasing, fingers gentle but firm through the fabric. your hips jerk slightly, eyes widening, breath catching.

and he tilts his head, smirk spreading, voice low and filthy. “feel like this part needs my mouth too, yeah? mind sitting on the table so i can have a better look?”

a/n: i spent my night learning about the NHL now im obsessed (too much heated rivalry on my fyp that i started seeing real players lmao)

So like babies have a habit of copying whatever people around them say, right? (I think)

Cue you and Simon's baby, chunkiest and cutest thing ever! Who also hasn't said their first word either, so you and Simon have been competing to see if they'll say 'mama' or 'papa' first.

The two of you make an effort, constantly cooing 'mama' and 'papa' to them that you swear the poor kid was sick of hearing it at this point. Yet you get nothing out of them. It's alright, you were just excited. You could wait for them to totally say 'mama'.

Little did you know, that the baby has been intently listening to you two this whole time. Particularly whenever you call out to Simon and call him "'Si."

"'Si! Dinner's ready!"

"'Si! Give me a hand, please?"

"'Si! 'Si! 'Si!"

That's what your kid was probably hearing and registering into their mind, that their mother was like a chick that chirped their father's name 24/7.

Then on one random hot sunny day while your kid and Simon was playing together out in the backyard, in a moment full of laughter and tickles, they giggle out a loud "'Si!" That catches you and Simon's attention, stopping whatever you two were doing.

Hey, a win is a win, right? He's technically her first word. Looks like they were on first name basis now too.

Toji’s just a gene donor, Satoru’s the real father.

The influence and resemblance they both have in him 🤧

Simon Riley who is so exceedingly blunt, not out of an effort to be rude or crass, but because he simply cannot bear the thought of wasting time when it comes to you.

Simon who watches you from your shared bed as you return from your brief shower; your hair dripping down your neck and back, your skin dewy and warm. Simon who can't help but put his phone down in favor of taking you all in, catching your attention with a low whistle. And when you quirk a brow, shoot him a smirk, murmuring a brief and sarcastic yeah, Si? just above the sound of your own quiet laugh, he responds simply:

"Come sit on my face."

Simon who watches you while you idle in the kitchen, leaning your forearms on the countertop while you wait for the kettle to heat up. Simon who is instantly drawn to you, making his presence known behind you by putting his hands on your hips and squeezing, pressing himself against your ass and staring down at the position you're in.

"Turn the stove off, love," he tugs your shorts down while you squirm happily, caged between his arms. "Gonna fuck you like this. Now."

Simon who can barely focus on something as simple as grocery shopping, not while you're wearing that pretty dress and swaying your hips like you know you've got his attention. Simon who takes the opportunity to lean in behind you while you're reaching for something stocked on a high shelf; he grabs it for you easily, but keeps you trapped between his body and the rack so that he can mutter in your ear:

"Dress is comin' off in an hour, whether we're home or not."

Simon who can't help but let his mouth run nonstop when he's got you wrapped around his cock, who maintains his blunt tone but with a shakier delivery even when he's right on the edge.

"Gonna fill you up. Gonna—Christ, sweetheart, m'gonna fill you to the fucking brim. 'Nd I'm gonna watch it drip before I fuck it back into that perfect cunt."

And if I say I love my men direct what yall gonna do ???

Simon Riley who is so exceedingly blunt, not out of an effort to be rude or crass, but because he simply cannot bear the thought of wasting time when it comes to you.

Simon who watches you from your shared bed as you return from your brief shower; your hair dripping down your neck and back, your skin dewy and warm. Simon who can't help but put his phone down in favor of taking you all in, catching your attention with a low whistle. And when you quirk a brow, shoot him a smirk, murmuring a brief and sarcastic yeah, Si? just above the sound of your own quiet laugh, he responds simply:

"Come sit on my face."

Simon who watches you while you idle in the kitchen, leaning your forearms on the countertop while you wait for the kettle to heat up. Simon who is instantly drawn to you, making his presence known behind you by putting his hands on your hips and squeezing, pressing himself against your ass and staring down at the position you're in.

"Turn the stove off, love," he tugs your shorts down while you squirm happily, caged between his arms. "Gonna fuck you like this. Now."

Simon who can barely focus on something as simple as grocery shopping, not while you're wearing that pretty dress and swaying your hips like you know you've got his attention. Simon who takes the opportunity to lean in behind you while you're reaching for something stocked on a high shelf; he grabs it for you easily, but keeps you trapped between his body and the rack so that he can mutter in your ear:

"Dress is comin' off in an hour, whether we're home or not."

Simon who can't help but let his mouth run nonstop when he's got you wrapped around his cock, who maintains his blunt tone but with a shakier delivery even when he's right on the edge.

"Gonna fill you up. Gonna—Christ, sweetheart, m'gonna fill you to the fucking brim. 'Nd I'm gonna watch it drip before I fuck it back into that perfect cunt."

And if I say I love my men direct what yall gonna do ???

The room is dim, quiet except for the soft moans flowing out of your mouth – the grunts leaving Sukuna’s, and the sound of skin clashing together. His hips slamming rhythmically against yours, his cheap bed frame creaking under the force of his thrusts as he buried himself deep inside you, stretching you to your limit with every savage thrust.

Your body arched off the bed, nails raking bloody trails down his inked back, screams of ecstasy ripping from your throat, his pink hair a wild mess from your desperate yanks, his crimson eyes burning with feral hunger as he ruined you completely.

Your moans echo off the walls littered with movie posters and polaroid pictures of you two. Sweat glistened on his tattooed chest, his pink hair tousled from your fingers gripping it moments ago. You were lost in the haze of pleasure, nails digging into his broad shoulders, when his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

You’d texted him earlier about the hoodie he left at your place after crashing your post-study session (which had devolved into him eating you out until you passed out).

“Dropping it off,” you’d said, figuring it’d be a quick in-and-out. But when you showed up, sukuna sitting legs spread, jeans hanging loosely off his hips tight black shirt coating him, that cocky grin fitting his face as soon as he saw you, pulling you onto his lap.

“C’mon baby, stay for a bit, have some funnn. Pleasee” His voice was low and persuasive, those red eyes locking onto yours with that intensity that made your knees weak.

You had protested weakly—midterms were coming up, you had to study, but he backed you into a hallway, lips crashing into yours, hands roaming under your shirt. “Just five minutes,” he murmured against your neck, nipping at the skin until you shivered.

And well five minutes turned into him carrying you upstairs to his room, clothes hitting the floor in a frenzy, and now here you were. In a mean matting press, knees right by your ears, his tatted, veiny hands holding your legs still, eyes locked on where he disappears inside you, stretching your walls to the brink, your slick coating his shaft and dripping down your thighs. “Fuck you feel so good, baby,” he growled, voice rough.

Drool slides down your chin as he pushes your left leg further up, his cock hitting deeper with every thrust a little more of your arousal drooling out every time he hits your g-spot.

Each time he slams back in it coats a cute, little soft whimper out of you, and Sukuna is so amazed by sight your pussy drooling all over his dick, molding to his size he noticing a cute little bulge appearing in your lower stomach —that he almost doesn’t hear your hoarse voice.

His phone starts vibrating again somewhere nearby “Kuna–” Your nails trail down his neck gripping his shoulders. “K-kuna hah– your phones ringing.”

He ignores it, waiting for the ringing to stop “don’t- don’t care.” His focus doesn’t waver, still staring where your both connected in a beautiful mess, his free hand pinning your thigh wider as he keeps slamming into you.

He slides all the way out dragging his tip through your folds, then smushing it against your clit with a little tap! tap! before he slams right back in.

“Hah- fuck your pussy so fucking–”

His phone rings, longer this time. His brow twitches and he exhales through his nose, clearly annoyed but he doesn’t reach for it. Instead his hand drifts down to your pussy drawing tight circles on your puffy clit.

And as the coil in your stomach gets tighter, his fingers grow sloppier and his thrusts get deeper, making you cry out as he grounded against that spot that had stars exploding behind your eyes, you forget all about his phone. “ah- kuna- m’gonna cum!”

“Yeah, baby? You gonna cum all over this dick?” his finger tips slide up your soft thigh, moving his head to side, pressing a little kiss to your ankle. “God you look so fuckin good like this- love—“

Ring!

The phone lights up again — persistent, obnoxious. Sukuna finally stills, clicking his tongue sharply, but he didn’t slow down – instead, a wicked grin split his face as he reached over with his free hand, muscles ripping under his tattoos, slamming into you harder, making your vision blur.

“Fucking annoying,” he snarled, voice gravelly with lust, not even looking at the screen when he presses answer, while his free hand clamped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp.

Sukuna can hear a breath of relief on the other side of the phone. “Finally! Sukuna! What the fuck!? I’ve been trying to reach you all week!”

“Huh?” he interrupted, his breath catching slightly as he drove deeper, making you gasp, his rhythm turned brutal, his balls slapping against your ass relentlessly, your juices squirting around him with each punishing stroke.

“You’ve been ignoring me, asshole!” His brain throbs at her voice, moving his phone. “Yorozu, I told you we’re not fucking anymore – I said it's done. So stop stalking my ass like a fucking pathetic loser. And what part of ‘it’s over’ do you not understand?”

The line goes quiet for a few moments, so he leans down closer to your ear biting it as his pace turned soft. “Hold my phone will you, baby?”

Your back arches into him, nails scratching at his nape. “ngh- w-what?”

Her voice fills the speaker again, but neither of you pay attention to it. His eyes catch your tear filled ones, a sly smirk forming on his face. “Hold the phone for me, yeah?”

He slides his phone into your hand carefully, then wrapping his hand around your wrist bringing it down to where you two meet. “Andddd hold it right there, okay baby? I gotta be able to respond.”

“K-kay.” you pant eyes blown wide.

He leans down, catching your lips in a messy kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “Good girl.”

“Sukuna!” she yelled “You better respond right now!”

His lips narrowed “I’ll fucking respond whenever I fucking feel like it.” the wet sounds of your bodies colliding filled the room, you bite your lip trying to stifle a whimper, adrenaline thrumming through you at his anger.

“Sukuna, please! Just— I can’t stop thinking about you. No one else compares– we’re meant to be! Just give me another chance, I’ll do anything!”

“Anything? How about shutting the hell up and deleting my number? You're embarrassing yourself.” His reply was loaded with mockery, but his thrusts grew erratic, harder, your pussy clenching around him as the thrill of his dominance sent shivers down your spine.

You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, trying not to moan too loudly, but sukuna noticed and all his restraint that he had left snapped as he released you and flipped you onto your stomach effortlessly, like you weighed nothing.

“That's better” he groaned, pulling your hips up high and slamming back inside you from behind his hands gripping your waist with bruising force.

He kneads your ass, groaning internally at the adorable squelch! squelch! streaming from your pussy every time his dick pushes back in. He’s honestly surprised yorozu hasn’t said anything about it, but then again the girl’s obsessed with her own voice, and everything having to do with her.

Then her voice cracked over the speaker, desperate and whiny. “Don’t be like this! I love you – And I know you feel it too. Remember how I made you cum so hard? I'll come over right now, show you what you're missing—”

“Oh my god! Kunaaaa!” You whine pushing your head further into his pillow, his free hand smacking your ass hard enough that it definitely left a mark.

“You're treating me like a slut kuna!” Yorozu snapped. “And I know you want me in your life, so just open up and let this go somewhere.

God, you felt so full in this position.

Sukuna leaned down, hand pressing firmly against your back as he planted a foot on the bed to get a better angle that had you sobbing even more. You can feel every ridge and vein of his dick, and you swear in that moment you almost ascend, because why the fuck did it feel so good.

“Sukuna, hello?!?”

He laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through you as he pounded into your soaked pussy, the new angle letting him hit even deeper, your ass jiggling with each impact. “Love? You’re fucking obessed, that’s what you are.” his hips start to snap faster against yours, grunting everytime you clench around him because he could give a fuck less.

“But I really do like you kuna, and this is going to be something, so I'm not giving up on it.” She chirped. “But I'm not gonna beg for a man.”

He continues his relentless pace, leaving you breathless. “Right. Right. Rightttt- Because that’s not what your doin’ right now” He grips your waist a little tighter when you start fucking your hips back into his but sliding your hand back pressing against his lower abdomen grazing his dark happy trail, trying to push him away like your saying it’s to much — but not enough.

Fuck.

Cute.

You’re so fucking cute.

“Well I’m gonna go now, so block my number” Sukuna declared, ready for this just to be over with so he can give all his attention back to you.

“No! Sukuna! Please!” Yourozo shouted.

“Hah- fuck you.” he grabs a fistfull of your hair pulling you up closer to him, because it didn't feel enough, nothing felt enough when it came to you. “And you wanna know why I’m done? Cause I already got the perfect fucking girl who’s way better than you” And right after those words escape his pretty pink lips, it’s like a shell snapped off you because you started fucking back into him, mean, hard, relentless.

Yorozu's voice cracked over the speaker, desperate and whiny. "Sukuna, don't be like this! I love you- Who is she anyway? Some freshman slut you picked up at a kegger? She can't satisfy you like I can. Bet she's boring in bed, all vanilla and shit. Tell me where you are, I'll prove it-"

"Boring? Fuck no. She's everything you're not — tight, wet, and allll mine. Wanna see for yourself?” He switched to facetime with a grunt, her face appearing on the screen – eyes puffy from crying, makeup smeared, before he flipped the camera without a fuck in the world.

He angles it down low, capturing the obscene view: his girthy cock plunging in and out of your glistending, swollen pussy, splitting you wide open, your cream forthing around him as he fucked you senseless.

“Fuckk– Look at this– see how she’s taking me? Every fucking inch, like she was made for it. That’s my girl–” his hips are snapping with feral intensity. No barrier, just him filling you completely. The wet, squelching sounds echoed obscenely in the room, your pussy gushing with each thrust.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed in surprise as he glanced at the screen. "Damn, Yorozu, you really couldn’t hear that? All this nasty shit—her pussy's fucking soaked, sucking me in like a vice. Here listen closer," He thrust harder on purpose, the lewd slaps and squirts amplifying.

Her voice hitched into a wail as the full view sank in, her eyes widening in horror at the raw, unprotected sight. "You’re- you’re fucking her raw? You never let me, even when I begged! I offered everything, and you said no! How could you give that to her? Some nobody who's been stealing you away?"

"Stealing? She always had this shit first,” Sukuna snarled, the camera shaking in his grip as he drove deeper. “targeting her like a jealous psycho.”

Her gasp turned into a horrified sob, words tumbling out in a frantic mess. "No! Sukuna, stop! That's-that's disgusting! How could you do this to me? You're an asshole! I hate you-but wait, please, don't hang up! We can work this out-"

He stares, starstruck in awe watching you chase your own pleasure, as your fingers reach down to play with your aching clit, rubbing it as fast as his thrusts. “Shiiiit– Shut the fuck up.”

“Really S–” He presses the red circle before she can even finish, blocking her number while he's at it, throwing his phone somewhere in his bed, focus going back to you. “Isn’t she so fucking stupid, huh baby?” He groans watching your hand clench the filthy sheets.

“M-mhm” you mindlessly agree too focused on trying to cum.

“Thinkin’ I’d want anyone but you. This pussy’s mine – only mine. Say it.” he pants, moaning when your legs slide over his thighs locking around them forcing you deeper into each other. “Haah– fuck– you love this dick don’t you baby?”

“Y-yeah– angh– yours kuna! It's yours.” you gasped, voice breaking as pleasure coiled tight in your core.

His face and chest are flushed, his abs dripping with sweat, as he feels you tighten around him. “Good girl.”

“Fuck yeah.” he groans, "Gonna fill you up, make sure everyone knows you're mine. You switched me up, baby — made me yours too, fucking pussy whipped. Now cum for me, scream my name."

The command shattered you — your body tensed, vision blurring as the coil snapped, a gush of liquid squirting out around his dick, soaking his thighs and the sheets beneath you in a messy floss. “Ryooo!” You screamed, trembling violently as waves of euphoria ripped through you, your walls spasming wildly around him.

That pushed him over the edge with a guttural roar, he buried himself balls-deep one last time, his cock throbbing as he pumped you full of his hot seed, thick ropes flooding your pussy, marking you from the inside out.

He collapsed over you, both of you panting, his weight pinning you down in the best way, lips brushing your ear. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, satisfied and spent.

Dividers - @/cafekitsune

an - sorry i haven’t been so active </3, but here’s something small 𑣲

“quit making s’much of a racket kid” Toji tsked, him and his son halfway up the stairs, while he was the one stomping, the stairs creaking under his weight.

megumi’s small hands handled a large bouquet of lillies, while his father’s handled a large gift bag with megumi’s scruffy handwriting on the gift tag that read ‘happy birthday mommy love you bestest mommy’

the sunlight rested upon your face as the duvet draped over your asleep figure. the blinds half open from when Toji left the bed and the usual warmth of his body nestled behind yours, gone.

as the door unlocked the small boy ran to hug his mommy, giggling and with a beaming smile etched upon his face.

Toji waited in the door frame simply admiring the view of his small family, on the day to celebrate your life, one he was so happy came into his life. Since retiring from sorcerer killing, his sole purpose was to protect his family and nourish the small boy destined to become a sorcerer himself.

“megs -hah- wow thank you gumi!” you sat up against the headboard, your son in your lap, hugging you tightly as you peppered kisses all over his face. your attention snaps to the man blocking the doorframe, his eyes full of that look.

“Ji?” you asked, snapping him out of his daze, a smile grew upon his face as he made his way towards the bed. the bed sunk under his weight.

“daddy get away -hmph- off!” megumi says pushing his father away, safe to say he got his possessive tendencies from him. Toji smirks before grabbing his son and moving him off of you, instead replacing himself in your arms.

“happy birthday, ma” he whispers into your neck. “I love y-“

He was cut off by megs throwing him self atop of you both

you wouldn’t trade this for the world - your two boys showering you with affection. The best gift you could ask for, no questions asked.

a/n - absolutely hate this but whatever

currently thinking about simon ghost riley gaining an attachment to a new recruit (reader) for absolutely no reason. he's constantly following them around even when they don't know hes there. but that hones reader's senses and stuff i lowk forgot the word 🫩.

it gets worse and worse. he's following reader, he's paying them sole attention during training, he commits their schedule to memory.

one day reader gets sick of it and pulls him away into like a closet or something and confronts him. no one knows what they talked about but from that day forward hes not just creepily following them but actually attached to their hip and reader is as happy as a clam.

i love weirdo simon he is a strange fella

simon riley's wife makes the cutest and most aesthetically pleasing cooking videos online. im talking nails done, perfectly clean counters as she prepares everything.

you put so much effort into every video, the cuts perfect, the videos that perfect length of short for attention span and long enough to explain everything.

your 'pack my husbands lunch w/ me' videos do the best. like, everybody else knows what simon is having for lunch before he does (bc your videos are that good).

it gets to the point of the other boys coming with their lunch boxes for one of your lunches. their lunch boxes won't do, you find a new one with sections for each of them.

one day it 'pack lunch for my husband and his friends w/ me', and the next its 'pack lunch for my husband and three boyfriends w/ me'

through the power of lunch AND dinner, you acquire three more boyfriends.